Chapter 113 - Dragonstone Island (II)
"It started here, it ended here and it will start on this island again." Queen Daenerys I Targaryen, looking at the Isle of Dragonstone.
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Narrow Sea.
An imposing fleet was cutting through the voracious waves of the Narrow Sea. Made up of almost a thousand ships crammed with soldiers, provisions and supplies for the war, the armada stretched over an area of almost twelve kilometers.
Each ship proudly bore the coat of arms of a three-headed dragon on a black background.
The coat of arms of House Targaryen.
On board the Black Dragon, Rhaella observed the grandeur of the fleet. Her eyes roamed over the horizon, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see the end of the fleet. A sigh escaped her lips. The sight was simply overwhelming.
However, his attention was soon diverted when his youngest daughter's voice echoed next to him.
"Mother, I don't want to go to White Habor."
The Dowager Queen turned to Daenerys, frowning slightly.
"Why?" she asked in surprise. Until then, her daughter had been just as anxious as Visenya to meet Aenar again. But now, there she was, saying she didn't want to go.